The instant the mechanism was triggered, countless arrows shot from the walls on both sides of the passage. In such a narrow space, how could one easily evade the powerful bolts fired by crossbows?
Almost in an instant, nearly half the men fell to the ground. Though Song Qingshu's martial arts were formidable, he had been closest to the wall. Had his reaction been even slightly slower, the suddenly fired bolts would have turned him into a pincushion.
As screams rang out one after another, everyone's torches fell to the floor, leaving most of the passage in darkness. It instantly became like hell itself. Song Qingshu could not bear it in the end. Given Usun and Öchen's cultivation and status, these arrows could not kill them; the only ones dying were ordinary soldiers. Besides, there were several innocent members of the Tieyan Tribe in the group.
The Water Moon Saber left its sheath, and waves of icy light flashed through the passage. Every subsequent bolt was severed by his saber qi. The crossbow bolts in the mechanism were not endless either; after two volleys, they ceased firing.
Only then did Song Qingshu raise a torch. "Is everyone all right?"
Öchen hurriedly took stock and found that more than half the Mongol soldiers who had entered were dead, while the rest were all wounded. He and Usun were unharmed, as their guards had promptly raised shields beside them. Aman, too, had remained safe because she was at his side.
Su Pu and Sansir, however, had suffered far worse. Both had been struck by arrows, though fortunately not in vital areas. Yet neither paid attention to his own wound. They desperately covered the camel's neck, but blood still gushed out without stopping.
Camel's throat made rasping sounds, but he could not form